Mics Of The Roundtable

Yeah, Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop

What? Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop

[Intro/Chorus: x2]

All nightin, all dayin, crusadin

Invadin, tryin to find out who's Satan

Hieroglyphics on the conquest, move makin

For the holy mic you takin

A man dies once, but a coward dies a thousand deaths

Man you must know how to step with no power left

Those words are words of the prophetess of the powerless

as she professed, we became incensed, set up on a quest

Totally entrenched in every flow that we dispensed

Any foe'll be a cinch, cause we know that we been sent

By the divine, universal mother and father to rhyme

You pre-millenium MC's are far behind

So we off to find, the holy mic it's only right

Hieroglyphics mics of the round table can hold it tight

Keep it stable, collectin, scriptures and secrets

Projectin the cohesive, beam like graviton

with the avalon, Hiero is dope ask God

And evil-doers on the mic you have done your last fraud

This ain't no practical joke, or anti-factual hoax

But something each breath in my avioli sacs'll promote

Opposing MC's will be stomped in the process or taken hostage

until it is accomplished and you can't stop us

Draw down the drawbridge, cross the moat, let's go

Hieroglyphics adventures in the Twilight Zone

[Chorus]

[A-Plus]

Rumor has it, in a far away land

The enemy's partly a devil and he's partly a man

Now we, on a crusade, and I, got a new blade

from the blacksmith, plus some chainmail that fits my frame well

Three Knights walking, Knights stalkin for the Holy Mic y'all

Sun up to night fall

Despite all efforts from the sacreligious interlopers

Mountains, snows, swamps, even bridges we will venture over

We were amazed it took

only a mere, three hundred sixty days on foot

Now we, better be brave 'fore we enter the cave

If we don't our people will either be dead or be slaves

[Tajai]

I've got a, vague, feeling he's here somewhere

Feeding off rage, villiany, tears and fears

Hob nobbin with Hobgoblins, drinkin blood out of golden goblets

Waitin for us to throw the gauntlet

And start some conscience, so it can locate then squash us

Lest we stay cautious, remembered our spells

Only kept the strongest on parchment

Excellent swordsman and marksmen

Who's souls have been tarnished, but still escaped the demon's harness

Treading intrepantly upon a course

So many mornings, noons and nights no snoozing

Following the Northern Lights

Does this Holy Mic, really exist?

Or is it I'm risking my life, following visions?

The Knights got my back, original is black

I keep thinking that, it strengthens my attack

We blaze the final sack, tribuning, then start up the stone stairs

to the inner sanctum, to do our duty

[Phesto D]

We're prepared to shed blood and die as mortals for the Round Table

If we just happen to get slaughtered, depart our coil deep in soil

Her royal highness was boiled alive in turpentine

Right in line with the serpentine skirt, she died cursed

The whole Oligarch was torn apart before the Dark Ages eclipsed the planet

So the Holy Septum known as the microphone would be in sole control

We'd unfolded the scroll that told us where to go

Through the mongols, the concrete jungles

slipped in The Man From UNKLE, was swashbuckling

beat shuffling, acrobatic attack with titanic force

Back and forth, trading slashes and gashes

The torch dwindled, then rekindled with flashes

Right again, then I put my scimitar right up in em

Venom is like a scorpion sting, retrieve the age old relic

Now, I'm back to the Round Table...

[Chorus]

Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop!

Hieroglyphics crew, ya don't stop!

Yeah, we shall continue